Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-05-07
A BAD MAN.
AND A WHoopER FROM THE LAND or
TeRRORS.
How His Wild Career Came 10 An Tn
timely End.

When Mike Dosy first came down on
the Southwestern frontier every one
was afraid of him, and when one night
at the bar Of the Sunset Casino" he
boasted of having killed twenty-seven
men up on the Kansas border he was
unanimously set down by his hearers
as a "holy terror" whom it would be
dangerous to fool with.
"Yaas" he cried, striking the bar
with his fist, 1--WE killed twenty-seven
men up on the Kansas border, and the
first galoot that looks cross-eyed at nell
be my meat"
All hands looked forward with their
eyes as straight as possible, and a pain
ful silence fell upon the room. Mike
saw the impression his words had made,
and jerking out his six-shooter he clev-
erly shot away the neck of a " bitters"
bottle which stood on a shelf behind
the bar. The "tarantula-juice" dis
penser smiled sweetly, rs though such
sport pleased him, and Mike began to
shoot out the lights. Then he walked
out, mounted his pony, and rode up
and down the town yelling like a Com
manche. He gave similar exhibitions
whenever he visited town, and although
other men were arrested and heavily
fined by the local magistrate for less
offenses, Mike was never bothered, and
after awhile he got it into his head that
he was really a hard, bad man from
Bitter Creek"
About three miles from the temper
airy ranch where Mike was holding his
small herd Of COWS was a ranger camp.
One morning at ~roll-call the comman-
der Of the scouts detailed a scout well
known along the frontier as Mad Mil
ton" and handed him a warrant.
"Milton," he said, "here's a warrant
for Mike Dosy. 1t appears that he has
been doing just about as he pleased
lately in town, and none of the officers
there care to risk their lives in attempt
ing his arrest. The squire gave me this
warrant yesterday, and want you to
execute it. Take your prisoner on to
the Jail and lock him up"
"All right, captain" answered Milton,
and he went ont TO the corral and
saddled his horse.
When he rode up to Dosy's camp
the slayer Of twenty-seven men was
busily engaged in the peaceful labor of
holding off" a young calf while his
wife MIXED the mother COW.
"Dosy," began Milton, refining up
beside the bad man, I've got a warrant
for you"
"W-h-a-t!" was Mikes astonished
ejaculation, and he swelled up like a
turkey-gobbler, and tried to look bad.
"I've got a warrant for you" repeated
the ranger, and I'm going to take you
to jailH'
Me" cried Dosy. "Me, take me ter
jail? Well, | reckon mott
He dropped the caif-rope and laid his
hand on his s~ix-shooter
"Yell hev' me ter Kill fustl" he bel
lowed, and pulled the weapon from the
scabbard.
Before he could raise the pistol TO
shoot, Mad Milton leaped from his
saddle and bore the bad man to the
ground. He wrenched the ~six-shooter
from his grasp, aud Selling a rope tied
the bully hand and foot.
Look here, Mike" he said, in his
cool, determined way, you've boosted
that the whole ranger outfit could not
arrest you, haven't you?'
"Yaas," faltered the bad man, but /
reckon ] was drunk when | did IT. Let
me up an III go with ye."
"You have been shouting EN- up
lately at the post. and trying TO appear
bad, haven't your"
"Yaa,; / wuz jest havin' a little
fun"
you have boosted that you had
killed twenty-seven men on the Kansas
border. haven't your"
"Well, I mighter sed suthin ter that
pint" /,
"Now, Mike" continued the scout,
"you know that you are not only a cow
ard but a liar AZ we'll. A boy could ar
rest you. You're not bad, and you
never killed q man in your life unless
you talked him to death"
"I-I-" began Dosy, but Milton
interrupted him.
"You have been slashing around
here under false colors. and a great
| many people are afraid of you. If you
| had quietly submitted to arrest like a
gentleman | would have taken you TO
fail in a gentlemanly manner, but now
| mean to treat you as you deserve and
let people see what a miserable dog
you are"
Milton took a pair of handouts from
his pocket and fastened them on Mikes
wrists. To the cuffs he fastened a line
and bound the bully's arms fast to his
side. Then he placed the moose of his
stake rope around the fellows neck
and made the line fast to the horn Of
his saddle. He cut the rope with which
he had first confined the bad man and
ordered him to get on his feet. He
mounted his horse and turned the ami
malls head toward the post,
"Come on, Mixer he cried, and the
moose frightened about the bully's neck.
In vain he begged for mercy. Milton
uvaa ohdurata and refused To he moved